I heard a distinctive door chime that sounded like an erotic moan as we stepped inside. It was surprisingly well lit; I had pictured a dank, dark inte...ior. Something filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of stale liquor, a place surrounded by grimy looking walls with chipped paint and a cracked tile floor complete with a stained burgundy shag rug covering the majority of the space. It was completely different from what I had imagined.Even though the large knee to ceiling windows which were. Kher me abhi agli kahani likh raha hu jo ki apko pasand aaegi or pasand aae to reply kijie mail per perMeri saali ka naam rukhsar he or wo abhi 9th class me he( 18 years old ) meri shaadi ko 2 saal ho gae he tab wo kaafi choti thi per higth labmi hone ke karan aab badi dikhne lagi he kuch hi waqt mein wo thodi healthy bhi ho gayi last summer vacation me ghar aayi thi to hamare sath hi rukhi , qki meri joint family he to wo sabhi behno ke sath sojaati raat mein per cousin sister ki shaadi hone. Not black, but dark; darker than anAsian girls olive skin, yet lighter than that of a native girl. It'sodd but I can't seem to place the exact tone. It seems to be anintermediate between several races and mixes that doesn't actually occurto my knowledge. Moreover, it's so soft and the complexion is perfect. Was that clerk offended by my undetermined race or simply put off by theoddity of seeing such skin on a? on a man. Maybe Kimmy goes for thetall dark and mysterious type.5:40 p.m. . ’ ‘You and Deidra got along OK, didn’t you?’ ‘Oh, of course. Say, that girl can cook!’ ‘Umm-hmm. That’s not what I meant, and you know it, Daddy. By the way, I’m happy for you. I really thought she would be good for you.’ She squeezed me tightly and then stood and walked around in front of the desk to sit down on a couch. Her grin told me she knew a lot more about what went on than I wanted her to know. ‘Why? What did Deidra say?’ ‘Oh, she didn’t say anything, but she’s got this smile on her.